Living With The School's Bad Boy (Not Completed Yet) by Meadoe Davis (most important books of all time .TXT) 📖

Chapter 4: I'm too young to die

 Beep beep, beep beep. Stupid alarm clock why does it have to wake me up so early, stupid school. Don’t get me wrong I like school I get good grades and stuff I’m just not a morning person. Getting out of bed I walk over the the closet and grab out black skinny jeans and a loose sweater, I grab my victoria secrets panties and matching maroon bra.

I lay my outfit for the day on my bed and walk into the bathroom to take a shower. I make sure both doors are locked, I even double checked I definitely don’t need bradley coming in here again while I’m in the shower.  

 

As I’m rinsing the conditioner out of my hair I hear a door open. I peak my head out of the curtain and see Bradley standing there.

 

“WHAT THE HELL BRADLEY GET OUT!!!” I yell.

 

“Why I need to go to the bathroom” Bradley whines.

 

“I don’t care I’m in the shower” I said in a duh voice.

 

“I don’t mind” He winks at me. A blush creeps up my cheeks so I pull my head inside the curtain so he can’t see.

 

“Just get out Bradley” I beg.

 

I hear him chuckle then close the door. Ugghhh I hate him so much, why does he have to be so hot, life is just not fair to me.

 

When I get out of the shower I wrap a towel around my body then one around my hair and step out. I knock on the door to Bradley’s room and tell him he can use the bathroom now.

 

When I walk into my room I close the bathroom door just in case. I walk over to my clothes and drop the towel that’s around my body, I slide my panties and buckle my bra before I slide my skinny jeans and sweater on. I walk back over to my closet and grab my combat boots. When I’m satisfied with my outfit I walk over to the vanity and throw my hair into a cute messy bun. I put mascara, maroon lipstick and do my eyebrows, I don’t really need a lot of makeup because I was blessed with clear skin.

 

I grab my aviator sunglasses and my black jansport and walk downstairs. When I walk into the kitchen I see Bradley was already ready and was sitting on the counter drinking OJ.

 

“Morning Lily.” Lily was sitting at the table dressed in her business clothes, Lily and Alec  are taking care of my parents company here while my parents are gone.

 

“Oh, good morning sweetheart, how did you sleep last night.” Lily questioned.

 

“Oh I slept fine” I checked the the time on my phone seeing it’s 7:00 Oh, sorry Lily but if I don’t leave right now ima miss the bus I better go.”

 

“Oh don’t be silly Nevaeh Brad here can take you to school, right Brad?”

 

“Come on then” Brad says to me walking towards the door.

 

“Alright bye Lily” I yell as I’m walking out the door.

 

When I walk outside I don’t see a car. “Hey Brad where’s your car?”

 

He looks at me and just chuckles, “It’s right here,” he points to a motorcycle, Oh god now I’m gonna die, I’m to young to die today.

 

Bradley hops on the bike straddling the sides “‘Come on kitten.” kitten what.

 

“Did you just call me kitten?” I question

 

“Yes that’s your nickname from me now get on,” he demanded.

 

“Ugh fine,” I hop on the bike and put the helmet he gave me on. Before he drives away he turns towards me a little smirk on his face.

 

“You have to wrap your arms around my waist unless you want to fall off.”

 

“Whatever” I hold on to the sides of his white v-neck.

He chuckles again and grabs my arms and wraps them around his waist. Damn this boy got a 8-pack great.

Chapter 5: Mr. Hottie

 When We get to school my legs feel like jello stepping off the bike. I look at Bradley with a huge smile, “wow that was so fun.”

 

Looking around I see everyone looking at us, I look back at Bradley, “umm… thanks for the ride i guess.” I begin to walk away when I feel him grab my arm and pull me to his chest.

 

“You’re welcome kitten.” He whispers in my ear.

 

“What is up with this nickname, dude seriously.” I say frustrated.

 

“Thats a secret kitten, now go to class.” I groan and stomp away, paying no attention at all the shocked stares.

 

Walking up to my locker I already see my best friend Taylor. My friend Taylor is beautiful, why she’s my friend, I have no idea. She has long beautiful blond hair, deep grey eyes, perfect plump lips, she’s tall 5’6 to be exact with long slim legs. She honestly reminds me of a victoria secret’s model. We became friends in 8th grade when she found me in the bathroom crying about a stupid boy, after that day we became inseparable.

 

“Hey girl!” She greets me with her perfect white smile.

 

“Hey what’s up?” I ask her opening my locker to put my bag in there since I didn’t really need it.

 

“Forget about me, you came to school on the back of Bradley Smith, The Bradley Smith’s motorcycle. Care to explain to your best friend, i’d love to know.”

 

“It’s no big deal I just have to stay with him for the next 2 months while my parents are gone on a huge business trip.” I say uninterested in this conversation.

 

“No big deal Nevaeh, you used to have the biggest crush on him what do you mean no big deal!!” she shouts at me.

 

Looking at her with wide eyes I cover her mouth and look around to see if anyone heard her. Once I thought it was safe I take my hand off her mouth. “Can you not tell the whole world, that was the past as in i don’t like him anymore okay. Stop bringing it up yes I had a crush but it was a stupid little kid crush nothing extreme jeez Taylor.”

 

“Fine fine I’ll stop bringing it up but I won’t deny that mr. hottie is looking you way at the moment.”

 

I look over my shoulder and there stands Bradley Smith with his 3 best friends, staring right at me. When he sees me looking at him he shoots a smirk my way the turns back to his friends. I turn back to Taylor and thank god the bell saves me.

I walk off to choir and take a seat in a chair that’s in the back as students start to pile in. I’m pretty excited about this class, that is until I see that one person sit right beside me. Mr. Bradley Smith, Great.

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Publication Date: 08-29-2016

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Dedication:
All I really have to thank is my step-mom Chelsea for always telling me to go after what I want to do, and my dad for telling me to follow my dreams. I also want to thank everyone that's every written a book on Watt-pad and BoookRix because honestly you guys have helped me a lot to so thanks.